Chapter 57: The Demon Lord

Surrounded by over a hundred low-level demons, the disciple with connected eyebrows faced immense pressure. A small blue shield hovered around him, emitting a faint cyan glow to resist the demons’ fierce attacks.
This was a top-tier magical artifact, with formidable defensive capabilities. For now, the demons couldn’t find any weakness in it.
A few other demons exploited his psychological weaknesses, taking on human forms—some looking sorrowful, others shouting sternly—to disrupt his focus.
“I can’t hold on anymore. I’d better retreat. I can’t wait for that kid to die,” the disciple thought, considering retreating. He saw Su Che crouched on the ground, wailing in pain but refusing to die. “It seems that demon lord doesn’t want to tear him apart but intends to devour his soul and take over his body.”
Just then, Su Che let out a strange cry before standing up, his voice completely changed as he roared like a beast: “Wahaha! Human souls are truly delicious! My minions, I’ve taken over this body. Double your efforts and finish that human quickly!”
“As you command, Lord!”
The nearby low-level demons responded in unison, charging at the disciple with fangs bared, each fighting desperately, their attacks becoming several times more intense.
The blue shield flickered, but the disciple inwardly groaned in frustration. “I didn’t expect a demon lord to appear. With a leader guiding them, these low-level demons are now many times more difficult to deal with. If I had known this, I wouldn’t have gotten trapped!”
At this moment, Su Che had a monstrous expression, shouting wildly—truly like a puppet possessed by demons. After all, a demon that had taken over a human body could use spirit talismans and magical artifacts, which posed the greatest threat to the disciple.
Sure enough, “Su Che” slowly walked over and took out a spirit talisman…
“Damn it!”
The disciple’s face paled. Judging from the energy fluctuations of the talisman in Su Che’s hand, it was clearly a top-tier attack talisman.
Only cultivators at the Foundation Establishment stage or above could create such talismans, and their power was equivalent to a full-force attack from a cultivator at that stage. The disciple had no confidence in being able to withstand it. He never expected that someone like Su Che, a second-layer Qi Cultivation outer disciple, could possess such an expensive top-tier talisman.

“Wahaha! Human spirit talismans—now used against you humans!” Su Che’s eyes turned red, his deep voice echoing everywhere. “This is the most interesting part!”
Seeing the spirit talisman about to be activated, Lian Mei was extremely anxious. For him, the best way to deal with top-tier spirit talismans was to avoid them, but now surrounded by hundreds of heavenly demons, he could only move slightly—how could he evade quickly?
Whoosh!
Su Che activated the top-tier spirit talisman, and a burst of golden light appeared. Immediately afterward, a golden giant sword nearly twenty feet long took shape.
“A golden flying sword spirit talisman!” Lian Mei’s face turned pale as he cried inwardly, “This is terrible.”
With no way to avoid it, he had no choice but to activate three mid-tier defensive spirit talismans in succession, forming four layers of defense—inside and outside—along with his top-tier magic shield. Yet even so, he had no confidence he could withstand the terrifying piercing power of that golden giant sword.
Golden magic spells had the strongest piercing power. Although this golden sword was not physical but merely a spiritual flying sword, its power was equivalent to a direct strike from a Foundation Establishment cultivator—its strength was immeasurable.
“Go!”
Su Che roared, and the golden giant sword shot out, covering a distance of over ten feet in an instant. It sliced through the bodies of dozens of lower-level heavenly demons before crashing into Lian Mei’s four layers of shields with a loud bang.
“Ah!” “Wah!”
The dozens of heavenly demons pierced by the golden sword let out agonized screams before being vaporized by the powerful golden energy. The other demons showed no concern—such heartless acts of killing their own kind were completely normal for them.
Boom!
Lian Mei’s four layers of defense emitted four colors: light green, light yellow, crimson, and deep blue. His top-tier magic shield flew high into the air before crashing to the ground dozens of feet away.
Four layers of defense destroyed by a single strike from a top-tier spirit talisman!
The golden giant sword also shattered, but a small remnant of golden energy still struck Lian Mei’s chest with a thud.
“Wah!”
Lian Mei screamed as he was blown away by the energy. In mid-air, he reacted quickly, activating another mid-tier earth-based defensive spirit talisman in an instant, and landed steadily.
Su Che thought to himself it was a pity—a top-tier spirit talisman only injured him; he wasn’t even dead, let alone seriously hurt.

Without Su Che’s orders as that “fiend,” no less than a hundred low-level heavenly demons swarmed over and surrounded Lian Mei’s disciple once again. This time, the only protection he had was the defense power of a mid-grade spirit talisman, which surely wouldn’t last long. As expected, under the attack of the hundred heavenly demons, the mid-grade spirit talisman’s defense held for just over a dozen breaths before its light dimmed and it began to waver. With a swish, Lian Mei’s disciple activated another spirit talisman, while under the protection of the shield, he quickly adjusted his internal energy to suppress his injuries. “There are still plenty of spirit talismans,” Su Che sneered inwardly. “Sorry, I bought quite a few before coming here too.” However, the current situation didn’t require Su Che to waste spirit talismans—the combined attacks of those low-level heavenly demons were still formidable. Su Che stepped forward about ten steps to the right, bent down, and picked up the shield artifact that had fallen to the ground. “Not bad—a top-grade artifact. I’ll be able to use it once I reach the fourth level of Qi cultivation.” Meanwhile, Lian Mei’s disciple kept activating mid-grade or low-grade defensive spirit talismans, struggling to resist the attacks of numerous heavenly demons. Besides defensive talismans, he also had offensive ones, but since these demons were so close, attacking them with spirit talismans would also harm himself; moreover, his flying sword as an artifact had very limited lethality against formless heavenly demons. So, he basically had no means of counterattacking. Still, while defending, he tried to move toward the teleportation array, obviously doing his best to escape. Su Che wouldn’t give him a chance to escape. When he felt it was time, he would block his path, activate a mid-grade offensive spirit talisman, and push him further away. The attacks from the spirit talismans would also harm some of the heavenly demons, but that didn’t matter—more low-level heavenly demons kept arriving from afar. Lian Mei’s disciple’s face was pale, filled with despair, but he gritted his teeth and remained silent, knowing that heavenly demons were unreasonable. Begging for mercy would only make them more arrogant and excited. Su Che waited patiently. After all, with his identity as a “fiend,” he could command numerous low-level heavenly demons to slowly drain all his energy, including the spirit talismans in his Qiankun Bag and his own vital energy. Whoosh! The last low-grade spirit talisman ran out of energy and turned to powder. Lian Mei’s disciple let out a loud scream, frantically waving his sword and using the Wind Sword Technique to create numerous sword shadows.

But this approach was utterly useless. The magic swords infused with true energy could even split the heavenly demons in two, yet they would reassemble and never truly die—only suffering slight reductions in size. With a rustling sound, even Lianmei’s Daoist robes, which offered only minimal protection, were torn to shreds by the countless claws of the heavenly demons. Lianmei knew that next, it would be his own body that would be torn apart. Unexpectedly, the “demon lord” watching from the side ordered all the heavenly demons, “Don’t tear him apart—just injure him severely.” “As ordered, leader!” The heavenly demons screeched and cackled. One human wasn’t enough for them to devour; even if they tore him apart, no one would gain much. But the leader’s order to inflict severe injuries seemed quite interesting. Lianmei couldn’t understand the language of the heavenly demons and didn’t know what commands the demon lord had given his subordinates. But it no longer mattered—anyway, his death was inevitable. At that moment, he was filled with regret: “Why target that outer sect disciple? What would have happened if I spared him? Now, I’ve even lost my own life… Sigh! Senior Sister Liu Qing once said that one day I would suffer because of my narrow-mindedness. She was right…” With his eyes closed, waiting for death, he was pummeled by countless claws, spitting blood and covered in wounds, enduring brutal torture. Although lower-level heavenly demons had no physical form, they could gather their demonic power to create various forms of attacks—swords, spears, axes, hammers, blunt objects for pounding, or sharp weapons for cutting. At that moment, Lianmei endured countless tiny hammer blows. Though he couldn’t die, the pain was unbearable. Unable to bear the agony, he began to scream in pain, while the demons torturing him screeched with excitement. Finally, his head lolled to the side as he passed out from the pain. Only then did Su Che shout, “Stop!” The heavenly demons stopped immediately and obediently cleared a path. Su Che, still speaking in a monstrous voice, said, “Enough playing. Get away from me!” The demons obeyed and drifted away, chattering noisily. Su Che pretended to open his mouth wide and swallowed Lianmei, who lay on the ground, into his stomach. In reality, he merely trapped him in the Immortal Prison.